Simulated Lives: The Sorrow of the Sword Maiden-Chapter 15 – After you died, she went crazy

[In the final moment of your Life Simulation, through your own efforts, you successfully saved your sister.]
[Your heart is filled with immense satisfaction, and you have no regrets in death.]
[Although with your Heavenly Spiritual Root, your future shouldn't have ended here, you have no complaints or regrets, believing that you made the truly right choice.]
[Simulation ends, beginning to compile highlights.]
[Calculating simulation evaluation...]
[Generating simulation rewards...]
[Host consciousness returning, simulation count entering cooldown countdown...]
"The familiar ceiling."
It felt like being tossed around in a washing machine for dozens of cycles.
Xu Xi's mind buzzed with a humming sound, and when he finally came to, he realized he had returned to the real world.
He was sitting in a wheelchair in a half-reclined position.
Looking up at the white ceiling.
Xu Xi lowered his head slightly and found that he was still holding the book he had before starting the simulation, the cover clean and dust-free.
"After spending so many years in the Simulated World, nothing has changed in the real world?"
"So this is what they call time pause."
Xu Xi let out a slight sigh of relief, thankful that it wasn't a setting where time in both worlds synchronized, otherwise, after one simulation, he would surely end up on the missing persons list.
Beep—beep—beep—
The simulator's alert sounded continuously.
It seemed to be calculating the rewards for the first simulation.
Xu Xi ignored it and instead maneuvered his wheelchair to the bedside, struggling to lift himself onto the bed, inch by inch, to lie down.
He closed his eyes and went straight to sleep.
He was utterly exhausted.
Even though he had left the Simulated World and the body that was on the brink of collapse, Xu Xi's mental state hadn't been refreshed or restored.
So.
He decided to sleep first.
"Rustle—", half-asleep, he seemed to hear the sound of rain outside the house.
...
A torrential downpour fell, as if the heavens had opened, submerging the entire Heavenly Sword Sect in a deluge of water vapor, even slightly diluting the heavy scent of blood.
The rain was fierce, splashing up water everywhere.
But the girl remained unmoved.
She knelt there, staring blankly at the ground, her hands slightly cupped, as if trying to hold onto something.
But under the wash of the rain, the mud and sand she tried to hold slipped through her fingers.
She couldn't grasp anything.
The only thing she found was a tattered piece of cloth, the only 'relic' left behind after that person's death, originally white, now stained black with blood.
Even the torrential rain couldn't wash it clean.
The girl stood silently, her eyes empty and despairing, clutching the cloth tightly.
No matter how much she didn't want to admit it.
No matter how much she refused to believe it.
The tearing pain, the heart-wrenching regret, the surging hatred, all clearly told Xu Moli that her brother was dead, having died in the most tragic way before her eyes.
The brother who would light a fire to warm her in the cold winter was gone.
The brother who would work tirelessly all day to buy her sweets with his hard-earned money was gone.
The brother who stayed by her side, caring for her when she was unconscious, was gone.
Her brother—
Was truly gone.
Ah, ah, ah.
The hero who belonged only to her, the forever radiant and warm sun in her heart, would never return.
It wasn't a temporary separation, but a final farewell.
Xu Moli's heartbeat grew weaker amidst the noisy rain, as if it could stop at any moment, her eyes long dry of tears, filled only with parched sorrow and despair.
She wished she could just die and end it all.
But even such a thought was a luxury.
Because this life was saved by her brother, and if she died so carelessly, her brother's death would become meaningless.
Thus, Xu Moli decided to abandon herself, allowing despair to engulf her.
Outside, the battle raged on.
It seemed that other righteous sects had come to aid, joining forces with the Heavenly Sword Sect's cultivators at the last moment to repel the demonic cultivators, who fled in panic.
None of this mattered to Xu Moli anymore.
Righteous or demonic.
She no longer cared.
But amid the intense sounds of battle, the girl's previously vacant pupils flickered for a moment when she heard someone mention her brother.
"Damn it, those hypocritical pretenders came so quickly!"
"The plan has failed, retreat quickly!"
"Heh, it was worth it anyway, this time we not only killed three Elemental Infants but also the first true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, what was his name, Xu Xi?"
"What a monster, killing over a dozen Golden Cores alone, it's a good thing he finally died."
"Genius? Just a lucky bastard!"
Unforgivable...
Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable!
Unforgivable are those who slander her brother so wantonly, unforgivable is her own incompetence, she must, must do something!
"Boom!"
Thunder roared.
In the dim world, lightning flashed, illuminating the surroundings for miles.
Xu Moli stood up against the storm, tears at the corners of her eyes, neither crying nor laughing, devoid of her own will, moving forward driven by sheer determination.
She silently picked up the cloth soaked with her beloved's blood.
Tying it around her long hair.
Her black hair danced wildly, filled with killing intent, as she wielded her brother's wooden sword, charging alone at the fleeing demonic cultivators.
One strike, the heavens were shocked.
One strike, ghosts and gods wept.
One strike, Golden Core formed.
"I want you... to be buried with my brother," the girl cried and laughed, uttering these chilling words, entering the path with killing intent, disregarding the Foundation Establishment bottleneck, forming a Golden Core in an instant.
Where the wooden sword blade reached, everything was cut down.
Whether Golden Core or Elemental Infant.
All were cut down with one strike.
Someone shouted, telling everyone not to panic, since they could kill Xu Xi, they could naturally kill Xu Xi's sister.
But as soon as he spoke, his vision tilted, rolling several times.
The last thing he saw in life was a blurred figure, her white clothes stained red, wielding a wooden sword, killing even more fiercely.
Kill, kill again, continue killing!
Kill until all who defame her brother no longer exist!
"Hahaha—", Xu Moli let out a deranged laugh, her beautiful face covered in blood, tilting her head to look at the remaining demonic cultivators, striding through the void.
Seemingly moving slowly, yet each step crossed vast distances.
Terrifying the demonic cultivators present to the core.
They wanted to escape, but couldn't, no matter how far they ran, they were pursued by that world-shocking sword light, feeling their life force vanish amidst extreme tearing.
"......"
Some righteous cultivators arrived, initially intending to help with the pursuit.
But upon seeing the mountain of demonic corpses.
They shuddered.
Daring not to approach Xu Moli.
The scene was too horrifying, severed limbs and broken arms constantly falling from the sky, blood mixing with rain to form an endless blood rain that shocked the soul.
In the center of the blood rain, the girl stood alone, atop the mountain of corpses and sea of blood she had forged with her own hands.